Watching from the Shadows - Skinshape

Sudden silent

They’ve come to kill

Playing those crafty games

Pretending to be your friend

But I ain’t one to play for the life of me

I won’t bow to them

For the matter of nobody

Fickle friends in society

Broken jeans are made into reality

I prefer to stay at the back of the room

Watching from the shadows

Waiting for the right time

Watching from the shadows

Waiting for the right time

Watching from the shadows

Waiting for the right time

Watching from the shadows

Waiting for the right time